Party of Two [Tom]

Zell · Oct 15, 2015

@"Tom Marvolo Riddle"

Today was Wrath's birthday.

Well, it was his birthday in more of a symbolic sense than a literal sense. The temportal demon had never been 'born', merely he came into existence one day near the beginning of time, and nothing else had every happened before, and nothing had every happened after. He was as old as time itself, older than almost everyone and everything he loved or cared about.

And, in his opinion, that was the best part. He had firm context for everything, he understood what caused what, the domino effect of matter of the cosmos down the strings that held space-time together.

But he liked to use his brain to sing the theme song of Lucky Star and Attack on Titan at the same time, so who really gave a fuck about that.

Today, as he realized when he woke up, was the day that he'd called his birthday. Not for any symbolical reason. It just happened to be National Chocolate Milk Day and he fucking loved chocolate milk.

But he wanted to celebrate, so he brought the only friend Greed approved of home to his room.

"Basil~~~" He cooed, hugging him at the door in his finest kawaii birthday dress. "SO! Do you know what a wonderful day this is!?"

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Oct 17, 2015

Basil hadn't actually… ever been invited to a birthday party. The nearest he'd come to it was when he had simply been in the house while some of the children- he really couldn't call them siblings, it'd never been like that- had their parties and tried valiantly to pretend he didn't exist. And oh, my, those memories hadn't been touched in a long time, wasn't that a wonder? A special occasion already.

Actually being invited to something was an entirely different scenario. One he wasn't entirely sure how to work with, but hey, he could figure it out. Basil was no stranger to improv. And he also doubted the party host would get on him too much about his lack of experience here- they were both horrors of the unknown, or whatever, right?

Even without that, Wrath was lovely. He'd tried to fight Basil when they met, and also kiss him, and it was absolutely charming. He was a small bundle of aggressive energy that liked wearing cute dresses.

So Basil was wearing a cute dress today for him. An actually fairly nice, navy blue and white dress, with buttons and a bow and… black stockings and little cat shoes too. It wasn't like the eldritch abomination was normally conservative, or concerned with fitting gender roles, nothing of the sort, but he still lacked opportunities to wear things like this with such enthusiasm and fluttery butterflies. He was pleased.

Basil smiled away as he was being hugged. This was good, he liked where things were going, wearing dresses and being touched. Good things, shining examples of life. "Existence celebration day," he hummed, "something about chocolate milk, as well? …Dress day? Free eldritch cuddles day? All of the above? Not that we can't normally celebrate all those things, but hey. Parties are fun." He nuzzled his nose in Wrath's hair, just because.

Zell · Oct 18, 2015

@"Tom Marvolo Riddle"

When he'd first met Basil, Wrath had a hard time coming to terms with the feelings that the other unknowable horror imparted on him. It wasn't the feeling of unease of prickling of something beyond your understanding, it was just a curiosity, like the kind that cats got when they met other cats that responded in circling each other and sniffing with haughty airs and claws drawn.

So logically he'd tried to fight him, and when that didn't quite work, he tried to smooch his face, which yielded better results.

Weird how that happened.

"Absolutely correct!" The temporal demon exclaimed. "There will be much celebrationing and also a lot of chocolate milk will drunk! ....drank? ..... drinked?"

A pause.

"We're gonna pour it in our mouths and then swallowwwww!" He raised his hands in triumph before taking Basil's hand tightly into his own. "You look pretty today. I might even say you're as pretty as me. Equally pretty. You can't be more pretty than me on my birthday though, those are the rules."

Wrath led Basil into his room. His snapping turtle was still eating a hand from a corpse he'd cleaned out, and the walls were still decorated with blood and bits of skin hung like posters, but there were also balloons and streamers and a big cake surrounded by like, fifteen glasses of chocolate milk.

"Now this is the part where you say, 'Happy Birthday Wrath my most adorable and awesome friend who I think looks so cute today and also looks cute every other day', and then you give me a present!"

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Oct 22, 2015

Basil hummed along and nodded in agreement to all of what Wrath said, and curtsied politely when he was complimented, before breaking out in a grin. "I'm glad you think so- I did dress up for you especially, after all. Not to outshine, but to please." He thought for a moment. "But if that's how things work, I look forward to having more prettiness rights when my birthday comes around."

Basil clapped a bit at the decorations presented, and appreciated how Wrath had probably put it all together on his own. Half medieval torture room, half adorable. Wrath was so… he was a precious treasure, that's what he was, and the eldritch horror felt like swooning.

"Happy birthday wrath, my most swoonworthy and delightful being of chaos, who I always think is- oh, show don't tell, isn't it?"

Basil curled his arms around the temporal demon and kissed him, very invitingly.

He had other presents, as well, but he himself counted for something, didn't he?

Zell · Oct 22, 2015

Wrath's arms were still in the air as he listened to Basil praise him, a big goofy smile falling on his face when the other horror started to go off script and ad-lib different words for how awesome he was. Which was fine--if Basil wanted to tell him how awesome and cute he was in his own way, then the demon wasn't averse to that.

He was almost pouting when Basil cut off his praise to pull him close and kiss him, although Wrath was always happy when kisses got involved. They were like... eating people, only it felt a lot better and tingly-er.

Humanity was amazing.

The sin rose onto his tip toes to more effectively smooch his guest, throwing his arms around the frecklelord's shoulder with admiral gusto.

Hey, if Basil was his birthday present he wasn't going to say no.

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